#kon el fluff

[nosyrobin]

Kon-El: *points to the twins* they attack?

Tim: *holding Damian and you* worse. They judge you.

Toddler! Damian and You: *glares intensely at the kryptonian boy*

[crow-aeris]

Timkon Sun/Moon thing i just thought of

Tim watches Conner work from afar, his shirt loose, occasionally lifted from his skin by the whispering wind as his eyes scanned the Kryptonian's face.

With careful breaths, the third robin leans back against the railing as he listens to Conner rant about the farm life, and how one of the cows was being an utter bitch.

He smiles, nodding at the appropriate times as he felt his heart swell. Bathed in the high-noon sun, Conner Kent looked simply magical. His hair fluttering around his face, his too-blue eyes alight with a passion that would make even the sun cower.

And Conner really is like the sun, isn't he? Bright, sunny, warm, and capable of chasing away the cold of loneliness that seemed to hound at Tim's heels. If he was Jason, Tim thinks he'd compare their relationship to the ocean and the beach. Despite how the ocean may recede, Tim would always, always, always return to Conner's side.

"Are you even listening to me?" Conner huffed, amusement glinting in his eyes as his lips twisted into faux irritation.

"Yeah, you were talking about how Bessie keeps kicking over the bucket when you try milking her?"

"YEAH! I don't know how, but i swear every time I turn around, she's managed to kick EVERY. BUCKET. OVER."

He laughs, his chest practically shattering from how much he loves this man. Tim doesn't think he could ever stop loving him.

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Conner presses himself against Tim's side, peering over the boy wonder's shoulder to scan across the screen.

"How do you that Miranes was the one who did it?" he asked, resting his cheek against Tim's shoulder, the vigilante's face illuminated by the moon as they sat side by side next to the window.

"It matches his MO," Tim explained, never once making Conner feel stupid, "this is a relatively easy case, since Miranes apparently can't keep his hands to himself. Since he was last seen near the Alley, I'll hand the case over to Hood and have him take care of Miranes."

"You're so hot when you say stuff like that," Kon grinned toothily, feeling pleased as Tim flushed a vibrant crimson.

"Shut up," Tim hissed, turning his head to try and hide his blush.

Conner laughed, reaching over to gently turn Tim's head over. He wished the Bat's domino was off so he could stare into Tim's creepy little ice-like eyes.

He leans forwards and pecks at Tim's lips before the Bat gets the chance to twist out of his grip.

"CONNER!" Tim practically screeches, entire face a furious red as he hides away in his hands.

"Whaaaatt!" He complained with a pout, "I deserve a kiss, don't I?"

"God, I'm still on comms!" Tim hissed, and Conner could feel the instant the realization set in.

If he focuses closely, Conner can hear the sound of Nightwing's eerily calm voice coming from Tim's ear, "Hey, Red? Let Superboy know the next time he steps foot in Gotham, we will be ready for him with a special.... gift 🥰"

Conner and Tim lock eyes for a brief second, and the Kryptonian couldn't help but think if Nightwing kills him while he's pursuing the light of his moon, then Conner's time on earth would've been 100% well spent.

[bushtail03]

I've been reading "Tim's Cloning Problem is Getting Out of Hand" by TaxiCabToSlowtown and it's so good!!! if you have an AO3 account it's def worth the read

I'm currently on chapter 3

[crazybiscuit]

Give 'em Pumpkin to Talk About

Pairing: Clark Kent x Reader (ft. Jon and Conner Kent) Summary: Ma Kent sent Clark home with way too much pumpkin to carve... Warnings: No warning, just fluff and family bonding :) Word Count: 1785 Credits: @strangergraphics thank you for the dividers! A/N: This is actually my first official fic, so I hope you all enjoy it.

“Clark, these pumpkins are ridiculously massive,” you remarked dryly, staring at the three large pumpkins taking up the entirety of your dining table.

Clark let out a nervous chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck, “Ma insisted that I take them with me for the kids…”

“Did you fly them here? Never mind, don’t answer that. I already know the answer…,” obviously he was Superman so this would’ve been easy for him, but it was difficult to wrap your mind around how strong your husband was at times.

He cleared his throat, sensing that you didn't seem too upset, “Do you think the boys will like them?”

You were still a little disturbed to see your already small kitchen overtaken by pumpkins but you couldn’t help but let out a small laugh, finally setting down your purse on a chair by the kitchen island, “No doubt Jon will love them, that's for sure. Not sure about Conner..."

"I didn't know your parents grew pumpkins... Are these naturally grown?” you asked, approaching the table to touch one of the toddler sized pumpkins curiously.

Clark nodded, amused by your question, and walked up to you, wrapping his arms around your waist, “They don't, a friend gave them to them but they are, in fact, naturally grown."

He stayed quiet for a second before continuing, "You know these pumpkins are actually fairly small compared to our record holders.”

You tried to hide your shock as you looked back at him with a small smile, "I'm not sure if I should be horrified or impressed, Smallville."

He chuckled, kissing the top of your head before letting go of you, “I'll have to show you the contest one of these days."

He began to grab his coat and car keys as he glanced at the time, "I’m going to pick up the boys, Conner's going to be landing soon and Jon probably wants to greet him at the airport."

You nodded, kissing him quickly, careful not to hit his glasses, "Alright, I'll get started with dinner in the meantime. Be quick!"

About 40 minutes later, you recognized the familiar sound of a small child running down the hall and you set down your knife to wipe your hands. You then heard the usual sound of Clark fumbling with his keys and you held back an amused smile, walking towards the door. Before he even got the chance to find his house key, you unlocked the door and opened it.

Clark jumped slightly, feigning shock to maintain his persona even though he definitely heard you, and let out a slight laugh, “Oh! H-hi, Darling.”

"Hi, Love," you greeted him again, glancing at the two boys with him, "You should consider carrying less keys when you go out."

You gave the two young boys a smile as your son ran up to you, hugging your waist, "And hello, boys. How was school?"

Conner gave a wave, removing his sunglasses, and dropped his backpack by the door, “Alright. I got out early, so not too eventful.”

Clark walked past you and Jon, carrying Conner's suitcase to the guest room. You gave Conner an apologetic smile, running your hand through Jon's dark hair, "I'm sorry for the inconvenience, Conner. We figured buying you a flight would be less suspicious than having you show up here using your abilities-"

Conner smiled, shrugging, "It's fine. I get it, I'm just glad I can be here for the weekend."

You turned your attention back to the nine year old next to you, "How were your classes, Jon?"

The boy brightened up, “We had a quiz today and I got 100 on it! And Ms. Sally also let us pair up for science class!”

Jon kept talking for a while longer and Clark ruffled his hair when he finished, "That's great, kid. Conner, I set up your bed and put your bags in there."

"Alright, if you boys are ready, I almost finished dinner and then Clark has a surprise for you two."

Once you finished cooking, the boys walked into the kitchen and Jon gasped, seeing the pumpkins. Before the boy could speak, you quickly told him that the pumpkins were for after dinner, which caused him to pout as he took a seat next to Conner at the kitchen island. 

Clark helped you serve dinner and offered you the last chair at the island, deciding to stand next to you as everyone ate. When everyone finished, your husband also insisted on cleaning up. He didn't even allow you to pick up the dirty dishes. So, you turned your attention to the boys and you began to tackle the pumpkins.

“Which pumpkins do you boys want?” you asked, glancing at the kids. 

Jon quickly picked out his pumpkin, the smallest one of the three, but it still was quite intimidating to tackle, “I like this shade of orange!”

Clark chuckles slightly, wiping his hands as he approaches the dining table, “Conner?”

“I’ll just take this one,” he shrugged, grabbing the closest one to him.

“Then I guess this leaves us with this one,” Clark told you, pulling the bumpy pumpkin closer to his seat to begin carving it.

“Alright,” you smiled before sitting next to Jon, “I’ll get started with the top for you.”

The boy protested slightly but didn’t seem too annoyed as he moved to sit with Conner. The smell of pumpkin quickly overtook the kitchen and it put you in the fall spirit.

"How many pumpkin pies do you think we could make with all of these?" you asked jokingly as you scoop out the filling of Jon's pumpkin, glancing at Clark and Conner, who were basically done hollowing out their pumpkins.

Conner looked up from his work, Jon practically hanging off of him as he worked on his Jack-o'-lantern, as he responded with a small smirk, "Too much."

"There's no such thing as too much!" Jon exclaimed, stepping away from Conner, letting the teen breathe, "When can I start cutting?"

You smiled slightly, "Soon, I still need to hollow out your pumpkin."

The nine year old nodded, surprisingly patient as he went back to sketching out his plan. Clark noticed you struggling to keep up with his and Conner's super speed and he carefully took your hand, "I'll finish that up. You start tracing the face for our Jack-o'-lantern."

You hesitated slightly, not wanting him to work for you, "No, it's al-"

Your husband cut you off with his sweet smile, "I insist. Anyways, I trust your artistic skills over mine any day."

With that, you resigned and began tracing a fun design on your shared pumpkin, "Boys, do you think I should make a cat or a witch?"

The two kids looked up from their tasks, sharing a glance. Conner spoke up, looking back down at the sketch he was helping Jon with, "Why not both?"

You thought about it for a second before nodding, "That's probably a good idea actually. There's a lot of blank space to use."

The next few minutes were filled with small talk as everyone started focusing on transferring their sketches onto the large pumpkins. Clark helped Jon to the best of his ability, struggling a little to recreate the design Conner helped Jon with. Luckily for the Superman, his son didn't seem upset at all with his mediocre art skills.

The peaceful atmosphere, however, had given you the urge to mess with your poor husband, seeing he was likely too focused on his artwork to notice your scheming.

You glanced at the large bowl of pulp and seeds sitting on the counter next to you and you grabbed a handful, motioning to the boys to be quiet. Conner's eyes widened slightly, catching on to your intentions and he paused his sketching for a few seconds. Jon, on the other hand, was less discreet as he covered his mouth, giggling at the prospect of his father getting pranked.

“Honey?” you called out innocently, suppressing a wide grin.

That caught Clark's attention, "What's wr-"

You dropped the pulp on his head, causing him to flinch for a few seconds as he processed what just happened. A few seconds later, he began to laugh and turned to face you, "Alright, you asked for it!"

This marked the beginning of a food fight in your pristine kitchen, as Clark threw pulp back at you. You let out a small yelp, feeling the cold and slimy filling hit your skin. Conner grinned and teamed up with Jon, throwing their own handfuls of pumpkin pulp at Clark and you. 

You feigned a gasp of offense as your boys betrayed you, "How could you? After I offered you both cookies!"

Your cries of playful outrage fell on deaf ears, "Sorry, mom. This is war!"

The food fight ended surprisingly soon as you all ran out of ammo, the seeds and pulp covering nearly every inch of the once clean dining room. Each one of you is also covered in an absurd amount of pumpkin.

"White flags?" everyone nodded, still laughing.

"I'll quickly clean this up, you three start carving so we can put these outside tonight." 

You looked at Clark, a little surprised, "You sure? You already cleaned earlier–"

"I've got it, It'll be faster like that anyways," he said, leaning down to kiss you smiling. You happily kissed him back and pulled away to let him clean.

It took him barely two minutes to clean but by that time, Conner finished his detailed pumpkin and you had started guiding Jon through his pumpkin carving journey. 

"Thank you so much, Love," you said, smiling as he began carving your design.

"It's really no big deal," Clark responded with a smile, his hair messy from using his superspeed.

By the time you were all finished, you had three drastically different pumpkins: Conner's being a detailed design of his favorite horror movie villains that went around the pumpkin; you had decided to go with a more simple design of a witch with her cat, which Clark had managed to carve out neatly; and Jon had a cute (though a little sloppy) design of Superman and the Superboys on his pumpkin.

“Are they going to fit on the balcony you think?” you asked Clark, both of you staring at the carved pumpkins.

“We’ll make it work,” Clark kissed your cheek as the boys took pictures with their pumpkins, likely to send to Tim and Damien.

“What do you think the neighbors will think?”

“It’ll give ‘em pumpkin to talk about.” 

You fought to stop the smile forming on your lip, “That was so corny…”

The dark haired man smiled, “Whatever it takes to make you smile.”

[minnesota-fats]

The Ghost and the Runaway

Tim, done with the constant degrading comments from Damian and his older brother and father figure both downplaying the atempts on his life he decided he was done. And what better way to show that than going out in a blaze of glory. He sets a building to explode with everyone believing he was inside before walking away.

He makes Kon promise not to out him cuz his heartbeat. Kon agrees cuz tim if better off somewhere where his isn’t in constant danger. And attending his own funeral was more fun in a way he never thought possible! He hated to admit it, but he as glad to see how distraught everyone seemed; even damian.

He travels back and forth across the world, keeping tabs on everyone from his old life. At 18 he finds himself in amity park, meeting a ghost boy who makes him feel seen in a way he has never felt before.

Then said ghost boy is revealed to be the son of the local ghost hunters and abducted. Tim goes to the only people he knows can help him, the bats.

Feel free to take this idea and run with it!

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And now, an unedited start of draft that I’m probably not gonna finish:

Tim has had enough!

He has had enough for a long time, but this was the last straw!

Damian had entered his room during patol and threw Tim’s camera onto the floor, shattering it to pieces. He didn't know why the brat did that, nor did he care—but if he could guess it was probably how, for once, Dick chose Tim over Damian for patrol. The reason he knew it was Damian who did it was because of the hidden camera’s he had stashed all over Wayne Manor. Sure, he could buy a new camera, maybe even repair the one he left laying on the ground as he pulled out his laptop to investigate. But this camera was given to him by his parents, years ago. It was the last thing he really had left of them. They may not have been the most present, but they still showed their love in the only way they knew best: material gifts.

Tim closed his laptop and set it on his bed before he slowly stood. He crossed the room in a few steps and stared down at the broken camera. He didn't realize he was crying until he saw droplets of tears hit his socked foot as well as the hardwood floor. When it dawned on her he took a shaky breath before saying out loud, “kon, I need you.” He knew if he didn't have a buffer right now, he might do something that would really get him into trouble.

After a few deep breaths Tim turned at the tapping at his widow where superboy floated just outside in the dark. He waved but faltered when he saw the tears in Tim’s eyes. Tim walked over to the widow, disarming the basic traps, before opening it for the super. Kon entered quickly and pulled Tim into a hug. At the warmth, Tim felt himself melt into the firm yet gentle embrace. He wrapped his arms around Kon and buried his face into his neck, letting out a shaky breath.

Kon picked Tim up and walked over to the bed so they could lay down and cuddle him. Kon’s eyes flared red when he finally spotted the broken camera, he forced his eyes shut to keep from burning a hole into the floor. Kon took a deep breath before stepping over the camera and continuing to the bed. He lifted the covers and layed Tim down first before removing his own shoes and following after him. As he laid down Tim curled up into his side and began to let out silent little gasps and sobs.

For as long as Kon knew Tim, Tim had never been a loud cryer. Later he found out that that was because of his parents before Bruce. Despite the past neglect, Kon knew Tim still loved his parents. Kon also knows that he only kept a few things from his parents, one item being an older camera that now layed broken on the floor.

When Tim’s sobs lessened, Kon spoke up. “Rob, what happened?”

Tim didn't answer, only looking up at his laptop weakly. Kon pulled away slightly to grab the item before returning to Tim’s grasp. He opened the laptop and typed the password in not knowing what to expect. Yet when he saw the video frozen on Tim’s little demon of a brother holding the camera above his head and about to throw it on the ground, Kon couldn't bring himself to be surprised.

From all that he has witnessed and heard about the brat, he had decided that he hated the little monster and was angry on Tim’s behalf.

[akuworld777]

The newspaper

Tim had told Kon all about the cloning incident, so a year later Tim hadn't really thought about it but now Kon was in his Wayne office wondering, why because Bruce refused to take over the company again unless that Tim would finish his education, but getting back to the point , Kon was there with a book in his hand, a book very very similar to Tim's diary, the diary he started after his dad's death, the diary in which he planned the murderer's death. of his father, even if in the end he did not kill him, diary where all the cloning data is, where each documented attempt is, where…. Where Tim goes crazy and Kon has the diary…

I had thought that he had hidden it, Tim had hidden it with all the cloning things, with the capsule, the generator, the data, the DNA. Tim had hidden it and if he had told Kon the address when he confessed to him about how he had tried it. clone in case he wants to go see, or destroy it, Tm's actually not sure why he told him that, hell he's not sure why he didn't burn everything to the ground, Probably because he was thinking of trying again, after all He only stopped because Cassie intervened and Bruce disappeared, he wasn't dead, Tim had brought him back and he wasn't dead, he wasn't crazy.

Actually Tim had thought that Kon would destroy everything and if he didn't he wouldn't find the diary, but he did and now he's probably here to tell him what an idiot he was, how disgusting he is for trying to clone his best friend 99 times, for that matter. How he kissed Cassie just to feel it, how he planned to use his DNA if the 100th attempt didn't work, trapping him with a baby, it didn't matter that at that moment Kon was dead, that there was actually no one to catch, god Tim It really was disgusting, wasn't it?

Too caught up in his head he didn't notice the intense look Kon was giving him, though his thoughts were cut off by a laugh, “I can't believe it, Cassie told me you were sick when me and Bart died but, I can't believe it.” I said that you kissed her to feel me” probably because he didn't know, Tim thought, although the thought didn't last long as he focused on what Kon was saying. "And although I knew about cloning, I didn't really expect you to have tried so hard, Tim, you were actually going to make a baby with our DNA, as if it were a husband who died and you were the mother who decided to keep the child to remember her dead loved one, it's very soap opera-like”

Tim felt like those words were digging into his conscience. Kon was saying it as if it were something absurd, he didn't seem malicious or angry, but his words felt wrong, it felt like he was making fun of what Tim had gone through, of his feelings. of his unrequited love, as if everything he did was nothing more than a bad joke, as if his mourning was worthless.

Kon seemed to realize the state Tim was in because he stopped laughing, examining him as if he were seeing him with his x-ray vision, examining him thoroughly. Unlike Bruce, Tim didn't mind being used, he felt seen in the way his parents never saw him.

Kon obviously realized something, because Tim felt the tkl pull him closer and suddenly he was trapped in the muscular, tanned arms of a Kryptonian, Tim felt himself melting in the embrace as Kon's ever-present warmth sank into him. his bones, relieving phantom pains that Tim had not even realized were there, it was like returning home, to his home, a home that seemed to have been missing for a while, he could not contain the sigh of satisfaction, but he did not regret leaving it. He left especially because Kon hugged him tighter and surrounded them both with his tactile telekinesis.

"I'm sorry, I didn't express myself well," Kon's voice sounded right next to his ear. that someone could do so much for me, could have fallen so low, could have I've suffered my loss enough to try everything." Tim felt a chill as Kon spoke, while that voice tickled his ear, but he also felt conflicted, a conflict between telling him that it wasn't that big of a deal and telling him that anyone would have done it, Cassie is proof she went and joined a cult because of his death, that he deserved that recognition, that he deserved people to worry about him, but he bit his tongue and let Kon continue instead of interrupting to express how incredible it was. It was Kon and how much it affected everyone that he was not there, how much it affected him.

“I don't want to say that what you did wasn't fucked up, damn it's actually kind of funny I'm a clone and you decided that to bring me back you were going to clone me instead of going to Constantie and making some deal with a god or demon.” Tim continued listening to Kon but made a mental note to dabble in necromancy since Kon seemed open to that and get more blackmail on Constantine, hell next time he would throw Kon's body in a lazarus pit or just jump in a building, before being without him again. As if Kon read his mind, Tim felt a tug on his hair which Kon had been stroking earlier and saw the disapproving look the super gave him.

"I'm sorry… I don't know what happened to me, you were gone, so many people were gone." Tim buried his face in Kon's shoulder. "I was just thinking about bringing you back, about bringing at least a part of you back." lap" Kon sighed “I'm not asking you to apologize Tim, I actually thought you were going to be much worse, it doesn't mean I approve of this but if I had come back to life and you had managed to have another me, I wouldn't have been angry… if you had achieved the “Baby, I wouldn’t be mad either…” The silence after that was louder than if this had been a shouting match, Tim once again confirmed that bats are not made for feelings… or maybe the trauma was simply preventing him from being good at feelings, or something. Maybe it was negligence.

Kon clarified the guarantee and spoke again, “Actually, it had been a year since all this and I probably should have talked to you since I read the entire diary, but I kept putting it off because I didn't know how to tell you this… I didn't know how. explain my feelings and I didn't know if I had really understood yours correctly, the hell I chose this moment because Cassie threatened to destroy the diary if I didn't talk to you and…and I thought that now that a year has passed, it probably won't affect you that much…" The pause felt like a shock so Kon wasted no time in continuing quickly.

“Probably what you feel for me is already gone and I thought if that's how I can deal with rejection… I can deal with that, I'm used to not having much luck in romance and this is Rob, he wouldn't make fun of me or nothing, our relationship could continue….” Kon's voice became lower and lower as if he felt unsure of continuing, but Tim couldn't pay much attention to that, because Kon had just confessed to him, to Tim Drake, he had just confessed and he was actually thinking. that Tim would reject him, he thought that Tim would have gotten bored of him because it had been a year, just a year and Tim wanted to hit him because Tim had been feeling something for him since they were only 4 in young Justice and Kon thought that one year he would to be enough to make Tim forget about his feelings, to make Tim reject him.

Kon had arrived with the damn diary where Tim poured his soul, his sorrow, his pain, his mourning, his love and he had tried to take it with humor as he always did with serious topics trying not to get hurt, the trauma appeared in many forms and everyone They had a way of dealing with him, Kon had always used humor, kind of like Dick. He probably planned to pretend that everything was a joke if Tim rejected him, but Tim would never reject him so he took a deep breath and separated from the hug, the TKL let go easily but at the same time seemed to want to keep him there, Kon looked at him sadly, he seemed resigned and Tim couldn't allow that.

"I still like you… If you hadn't come back in the middle of my search for Bruce, I probably would have done the baby plan after bringing Bruce back, put my DNA and yours in a capsule and spent months hiding creating fake IDs, buying a house, getting a fake job, in some random country and I would have raised the baby there.” It may not be the most poetic or emotional declaration of love, hell in reality he hadn't even said that he loved him or that he liked him but Tim was a vigilante, above all he was a bat and practically Tim's entire life had revolved around heroes and That Tim is confessing to Kon what is basically that he was going to retire from being a vigilante with a test tube baby of the two, was very significant.

“I liked you from the beginning of Young Justice, I may not have loved you that early but I liked you, and after breaking up with Steph I realized that I wasn't that interested in her, because the breakup didn't hurt me that much. Instead I was more focused on the fact that we were going out the next day and that I had nothing to wear, damn Steph helped me choose what to wear because she had also realized it long before me", "you are, nice handsome, you smile seems to light up the day, your hugs are like scorching the home, I can feel the heat, the comfort, the affection, you are like a respite from the pain, the memories are the discomfort, you never judge anything, damn it, I tried to clone you 99 times and you keep saying that you don't blame me for it, even knowing that you had a lot of problems regarding your identity due to cloning, you always support everyone, you always seem to know everything, you never push me or anyone to do things I don't want to do, Hell, when my parents weren't at Christmas or when Bruce and I were arguing, you were the angriest, you always defended me, you gave fucking Jason Todd a threat for trying to kill me, you…" Tim could have spent hours talking about everything good about Kon if he had the time he would even show you his power point and his graph of over 100 reasons why Kon was a unique, admirable person and anyone who said otherwise was obviously a villain, but he couldn't since warm lips that felt like the sun on the morning of a spring day rested on his lips, effectively silencing him.

Tim had priorities and preferred to indulge in the kiss than in his talk about why Kon is the best person in the world, sue him, if Superboy kissed them they surely wouldn't be able to think, much less continue with a speech.

The kiss was perfect, not in the traditional way after all, Tim. And him still didn't know what the other liked and it was a little awkward for it being the first kiss they shared, but the feelings were there, every movement of lip to lip, They told praises of love and professed devotion, each touch was warm and moved the heart of the other, it was a promise, a prophecy fulfilled, a river that overflowed as the minutes passed and the feelings of each one were transmitted in the kiss.

The only thing that brought them out of their concentration was the noise of a pile of leaves falling to the floor. They quickly separated. Tim had thought that Kon had dropped the newspaper but unfortunately they were not so lucky. His assistant Katerin, the substitute since Tam was sick, had just seen 18-year-old Tim Drake, CEO of Wayne Enterprises, kissing Superboy… Tim would have to pay her so much to keep quiet.

[thenyoumightaswellwrestleangels]

This shadow is not my shape anymore (and I fear it will swallow me whole)

and I will do the best I can, with the little that I know - series masterlist here

pairing: tim drake x reader x conner kent

length: 1.4k

genre: fluff, hurt/comfort

warnings: there's a bit of conflict among the three of them but it's not so bad, uuuuuh actual hints of plot here wowie

a/n: womp womp established relationship flash forward wtf else is new

Tim has realized, over the passing months, that juggling a daytime life in Metropolis and a vigilante life in Gotham is just as difficult as you'd told him it would be. Realistically, he'd known you were right, but there was a stubbornness in him that had rooted his feet to the ground every time the topic came up. 

There was no part of him that thought he could ever really leave Gotham. Most of the time, he's sure it's got to be some type of curse - the way the city wraps around you and pulls you closer, closer, under. No matter how many times he leaves, he can't seem to stay away forever. He always finds his way back. 

That part, for some reason, you'd agreed with. Something about how the past always drags itself back to you on broken, bloody legs had made you drop the conversation. 

Red Robin sighs, rolling his neck slightly as a stiffness begins to set in, an ache that never seems to fully go away. Kon is in Metropolis right now, no doubt, being every bit the hero he's fought so hard to be, shining in Superman's shadow. Tim wonders if he'll ever fully outgrow it. As the figure of Batman passes over him, Red Robin straightens, wondering if he'll ever outgrow this shadow of his own.

"Bruce?" Is the only thing you say when you answer your phone, puzzlement passing over your features as you step away from the conversation you'd been in, slipping away to find a quiet corner to deal with whatever news he's about to give you.

"We need to talk," is his only answer.

"I'm - it's not really a good time right now," you say, glancing around at the S.T.A.R. Labs employees bustling around you. "I'm, uh, working."

"I know," Bruce responds firmly. "That's what this is about."

Tim is already home when you unlock the door later that evening, throwing your keys onto the side table and toeing off your shoes quietly. He's got that scowl on his face, that furrow in his brow as he sits slouched on the couch, headphones covering his ears and eyes focused on his laptop.

You think back to the conversation you'd had with Bruce, about his assurance that he'd distracted Tim before he noticed anything and your counter that Tim always picks up a bit more than he'd let on. As he looks up at you, pulling the headphones off his ears, you hope Gotham's streets are dark enough to bury your secrets for just a bit longer.

"Do you think Batman's better than me?" If Tim's words hadn't caught you so off guard, you'd have laughed at the way his hair sits, flattened under where his headphones were.

"What?" Tim just looks down at your bewildered response, fiddling with the keys on his laptop as he pretends he'd never spoken. Slowly, you move to sit next to him, picking up the TV remote and idly flipping through channels with the volume on low.

"I don't want to be Batman's sidekick forever," he murmurs, and you pause, letting the TV stay on whatever news station it's on as you put the remote down on the coffee table.

"You're not a sidekick anymore," you point out patiently. "You're not Robin anymore."

"I don't think I'll ever get away from being Robin," he says lowly, turning to look at you with those eyes of his, wide and sad and still trying to grow up. On the television, some news anchor talks about how Superman saved Metropolis yet again - and then goes on about some little Superboy trailing behind him during the event. You click your tongue in annoyance and glance over, but there's a solemn sort of grievance in Tim's face that makes you hesitate.

"Timmy?" You say gently, reaching to brush a stray piece of hair out of his face. "I don't think…" You're almost relieved at the front door slamming open, Kon's stomping and huffing distracting you both from the way you'd been so desperately searching for the right thing to say. When Kon comes in and sees the TV, he scowls more, slouching down into an armchair and glaring. 

You reach to turn off the TV, but Kon's already opened his mouth to speak.

"It must be nice," he says harshly. You pause.

"What?"

"Kon…" Tim sighs warningly and you bristle - there's something about the way he says it, like this is a conversation they've had before.

"No," you say. "What?"

"It's just that it must be nice, is all," Kon shrugs. "Not to have someone's shadow to live in." Something thumps painfully in your chest at his words and Tim sighs again, closing his laptop and placing it on the coffee table slowly.

"I don't think that's fair," you respond, and you can't help but wish there was a little less bite in your voice. "I didn't ask to have to do this alone."

"Yea, but you get to, anyway," Kon bites back, and you straighten as Tim shoots him a warning look.

"Kon, drop it-" he starts, but Kon's stubbornness, the iron set of his stance, is something that you're both too familiar with to believe that he'll back down now.

"You've said it, too, Tim," he points out, and when you look imploringly at Tim, he shifts where he sits and glances over at you.

"Not like that," he says to you. "I just - sure, we're both, I don't know… you don't have anyone like Batman - or Superman tying you down, keeping you small." Your fists clench where they rest on your thighs as your eyes flit between the two of them, Kon's hard look and Tim's guilty one.

"You're right," you say, biting your tongue like it'll stop your voice from wavering. "I don't have anyone. I wish I did, most of the time." Kon sighs, letting his posture loosen as he says your name gently.

"We didn't mean it like that. It's just…" He trails off, glancing at Tim for help.

"Difficult?" You supply, and the two of them shrink a bit more under your hard stare. "It's… what? Hard, having a mentor? Someone who cares about you, who's looking out for you, who's trying to help you make sure you're doing this right?" Tim shifts where he sits again, his hand twitching as he tries to decide whether to reach out to you, whether to try to help you through the hurt that he's caused. 

Kon, in his usual fashion, stands abruptly and makes his way over to you, kneeling before where you sit on the couch and holding your hands firmly in his. Taking his cue, Tim reaches over to smooth your hair down and run a knuckle across your cheek gently.

"I'm sorry," Kon says honestly. "It's not fair of us… to… you know," he trails off and you can't help but huff out a laugh.

"I guess it's human nature for us to always want what we don't have," you supply.

"I'm only half human."

"I know, you freak." Tim snorts at your words and Kon tips forward to bury his face in your lap, letting you pat his head for a moment before you give his hair a little tug, urging him to look up at you.

"These shadows you're in won't swallow you whole," you say seriously. "You won't let that happen to each other - and neither will I." Tim leans to press a delicate kiss to your cheek before resting his forehead against your temple, whispering an I love you against the skin there. Kon lifts your interlaced hands to leave kisses across all your knuckles, in turn.

"You won't get lost out there," Tim says, pulling away to look at you. "We won't let you." You glance away from him when he speaks, letting your eyes flit over your phone where it rests on the coffee table, your conversation with Bruce about the mistakes of your past that you've been trying to bury replaying in your mind. If either of them notice the waver in your smile, though, they say nothing, letting you rest your head against Tim's shoulder with ease.

"Well," you sigh, squeezing Kon's hands gently. "What could go wrong then, really?"

[puppiesandnightlock]

LINK: At least it’s not as dull as fitting like a glove

summary: Damian and Jon are, well, Damian and Jon.

They're idiots about their hideously obvious feelings, and their friends are *so* done with them. Time for operation Damijon.

otherwise known as the friends meddling >:)

“Alright, this is getting ridiculous.” Maya wrinkled her nose, watching Jon knock Damian in the shoulder, the shorter boy grumbling as he knocked back, hint of a smile on his face.

“They’re like, disgustingly mushy.” Colin agreed. “It’s horrible.”

“They should kiss.” Skyler nibbled on her pencil, sharing a sketchbook with Akira, who looked up and grinned.

“Is this meddling, I hear? Are we meddling?”

Maya nodded solemnly. “We’re meddling.”

“-eT OFF OF ME, YOU IDIOT-” They looked over at the exclamation, Damian squawking as Jon flopped on him, going limp and forcing all his weight onto the smaller boy, who was mostly upright.

Akira pointed a pen at them, considering for a moment. ”Gay.”  

“You’re gay.” Skylar kicked them under the table playfully. 

“Yes, I very much am.” 

“Children, please, back to the matter at hand.” Maya clapped. “What do we know about Jon?”

“He was an asshole!” Colin chirped.

“He was probably being an asshole specifically to Damian for attention.” Skylar added. “And he’s tall.”

“He has black hair and makes bad fashion choices.” 

“He could probably be a jock in a different life.”

“He’s like, secretly Nick Nelson but not British.”

“And not nearly as nice, less manners and more fictionally jock-like.”

“I mean anything useful.” Maya cut them off, rolling her eyes fondly.

“His best friend is a girl named Kathy, and her parents run a diner downtown. Also, he’s a secret southern good boy who would get whacked over the head with a wooden spoon if his grandmother knew he was acting like this.” 

Akira looked up from stenciling a piece they wanted to throw up on the school alleyway. “I follow her on Insta.”

“Something helpful, thank you.” Maya grinned. “Okay, we’re getting this Kathy chick in on this, Akira, send the address and we’ll meet up there this weekend, provided they aren’t there for a not-date.”

“Got it.” Akira pulled out their phone and tapped at it, creating a chat.

New Chat: literally_nobody, End_the_cycle, Sky_high_dreams

End_the_cycle has changed the name to: Op Damijon

End_the_cycle: idk i think it sounds good

Sky_high_dreams: when they get married we should make them a wedding sign with this

Art.is.lit(erature): woodworking bet

Anyways heres the address - link

literally_nobody: Sounds good

 everyone meet there at like 12:30-ish, thats when they have tutoring so they def wont b there.

“Why are they all on their phones?” Jon whispered, pulling out his own. They were watching their friend, having grown curious at the lack of chatter, not that they’d really been listening to it from how they’d been badly flirting messing around with each other.

“They’re sitting in front of each other, they can talk face to face.” Damian grumbled, before looking over Jon’s shoulder, resting his chin there.  “Maybe someone died?”

“Nah, no one’s socials have blown up.” he leaned back a bit, raven curls falling into Damian’s vision, causing his nose to scrunch up. He blew the hair upwards, getting a glance at the screen.

“Weirdos.” Jon muttered, putting his phone away. Damian nodded, the two still attached to each other and now swaying back and forth with the light breeze.

“Very much so.”

“Oi!” Jon shouted. Damian startled, having grown accustomed to the peace and detached himself from the taller boy, much to Jon's disappointment. “What are y’all doing? ” 

Four phones were promptly slammed face down onto the table, followed by a multitude of bad explanations. 

“What makes you think we’re dining anything anyways?” Colin challenged, Maya pinching the bridge of her nose behind him.

“Fine, don’t tell us.” Damian muttered. “A four year old could lie better than you.”

“You would know, wouldn’t you?” Jon poked his cheek, laughing as his hand was swatted away. 

“Are you insinuating I am a four year old, Kent?” 

“You’re as short as one.” 

“It’s not my fault you’re practically a giant!” he crossed his arms, before realizing Jon’s mischievous expression. “No. whatever you’re thinking, stop.”

He was scooped up not ten seconds later, screaming obscenities as Jon cackled. The four on the table shared a glance, one thought in their heads.

Truly sickening, they were. Oblivious and ridiculously pining.

Maya was outside of the diner at 12:30, impatiently tapping her foot as she waited for at least a head of red hair to come bobbing down the sidewalk. She watched the servers swoop in and out, a blond freckled one catching her eye. According to Akira’s phone, this girl matched the description of Kathy. 

“Hey, welcome! How many for ya today?” 

Maya coughed, coming in face first with the girl. “Erm, four. Hey, you’re Kathy, right?”’

She hoped she didn’t sound stalker-ish. Judging by the way the girl squinted her eyes suspiciously, she probably did.

“Who’s askin’?”

“My name is Maya, and I'm a friend of Damian and Jon’s.”

Kathy lit up at the mention, but before she could respond, Colin came barreling through the door, catching himself on Maya. 

“Sup, M? Akira volunteered to pick up Skylar, they should be almost here.” He looked between them. “Hey, are you Kathy? Did Maya tell you about Damijon?”

“Damijon?” Kathy asked at the same time Maya sighed and said, “I was getting there when you so rudely interrupted.”

“Oops.” Colin grinned, looking between them. “I’m Colin.”

“Yo!” Akira, followed Skylar, came through the door, one looking extremely pleased, and the other mourning the loss of their paint-splattered jacket. “Sky made me change.”

“What’s wrong with what you normally wear? And where’s your jacket?” Colin asked.

“That’s what I said! And she made me leave it, I feel naked.” To make a point, they shivered, and Skylar smacked their arm.

“Don’t be so dramatic.” 

They stuck their tongue out at her in retaliation, Colin and Skylar laughing. Maya sighed, turning to Kathy and asking for a table for four, loudly asking for three children’s menus. They all eventually made it to the table, all five nursing milkshakes, as Kathy had asked for her break.

“Okay, so let me get this straight, they aren’t dating yet? Cause when they came in, they seemed awfully couple-like. Milkshakes and fries, and It was more of an apology from Jon. He’s been texting more, waxing poetic about him.”

“Really?” Maya leaned forwards. “Damian hasn’t said shit about Jon, not that he’s had time to, they're attached to the hip and he barely uses his phone.”

“Okay, so we know that they are most definitely pining for each other, and Jon’s more vocal about it. They both like milkshakes, Damian's a little too attached to his grades to not be hiding from his feelings, and they are more similar than they think. Should we have them commit a felony together?”

Colin swirled his straw around what was left in his glass, Skylar sighing. “I have a feeling they’ve already done that, his lock pick kit was used.”

“How would you know that?” Akira perked up, Skylar looking away. “That’s for me to know, and none of you to find out.”

“We should try something legal.” Maya said. “Anything going on so far? Worst case scenario, we trap them in a closet.”

“Smallville’s having a festival in a few weeks. I know Jon’s been dying to go back, an’ my family goes every year. If y’all can get Damian to say yes, I can get Jon’s parents to agree.” Kathy suggested.

“We can make it sound like a friend's outing, and then leave them together,” Akira added.

“Ask the person to rig the Ferris wheel or something so that they end up on top with no way down!” Colin chirped. “They have fireworks at this fair?”

Skylar hesitated, “Maybe something less traumatic.” 

Kathy, however, seemed to love the idea, nodding enthusiastically. “As long as Damian ain’t scared of heights, we’re fine. There are plenty of other rides we could ‘accidentally’ leave ‘em alone in.”

“This will be more fun than i thought.” Maya pulled out her phone, grinning. “A few weeks' time and we can get them together, no problem.”

Damian’s phone buzzed as he pointed out a specific problem, explaining the process. He ignored it, but not five seconds later, Jon’s did as well.

“Permission to check, Teach?” Jon grinned, picking up his phone anyways. 

“Granted.” Damian answered, picking up his phone as well. Maya had texted Damian, detailing the dates and time that they would be doing this, leaving no room for a yes or no answer. Kathy’s was a more nice version, asking Jon if he’d like to come down to Smallville for the fair in a few weeks, and that the rest of his friends would be coming as well.

Damian seemed less pleased, but softened as he saw Jon's excitement, and beneath it, a strong pang of bittersweet.

“Will your parents allow you?” Damian said. “My brothers will, my father will not have much of a say in the matter. One of them will probably make their way with us.”

“I want to. God, I want to so bad.” Jon’s forehead fell into his hand, pushing up the curls that so often fell into his face. “My parents haven't let me go down for so long, I don't know why they’d say yes now.”

Damian mulled over it for a bit. “If your brother tells them he wants to go too, would they be more susceptible to letting you go? Since everyone else is going, and your childhood friend’s family whom they trust is the one offering it?”

“I guess, but he wouldn’t want to come.” Jon grumbled. 

“He can fake it. Your parents are rarely home anyways, right? Shouldn’t be that hard.” 

“I’ll talk to him, see what he says.” Jon pocketed his phone, looking at the time. “Can we call it an early day, Dami?”

“If the first thing you do is talk to your brother, yes.”

Jon grinned, pulling him to his side and rubbing his nose in the soft brown hair. “You’re the best, Dames. See you in a bit.”

Damian flushed, but only nodded, sliding his bag over his shoulder and sending a soft smile towards Jon, pink still dusting his cheeks.

“So let me get this straight. You want me to lie to mom and dad for you, and tell them that I oh so desperately wish to go back to the countryside for a fair, so that you can go down with your friends and possibly woo Damian.” Kon had his arms crossed, looking largely unamused.

“I didn’t say that last part!” Jon huffed, running a hand through his curls. “And Dami said one of his brothers might come too, for supervision. Ask Tim to come if you don’t want to lie.”

“I’m going to lie for you.” Kon decided after a beat. “But you’d better come home with a boyfriend.”

“Kon!” 

Nonetheless, everyone was extremely excited for the next few weeks, the fair landing on a long weekend. They all met up in front of the Brandens’ restaurant, the carpool going big. One of Damian’s siblings and their partner had opted to come along, much to Kathy’s parents' relief. Seven teenagers and only the two of them would have been a disaster. 

The Waynes had the bigger car, so the kids would be in that one, while they followed the Brandens’ car to the farm they still kept in the countryside. 

“ROAD TRIP!” Colin yelled gleefully. Akira looked pained at the sight, Damian rolling his eyes and putting in his earbuds before they were even in the car. Jon and Kathy were both talking a mile a minute, regaling Skylar and Maya with tales of their youth in Smallville.

One by one, they shuffled into the car, Damian and Jon sitting in the back with Maya and Kathy, Colin, Akira, and Skylar squeezing into the front. 

“All ready?” the driver called, and the car exploded into cheers and laughter, shoving each other and hugs. 

This would be a rather eventful weekend, wouldn’t it?

[awhitehead17]

Totally (not) handling it

Core Four, Friendship, Kon being an idiot, Fainting, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff.

Summary: While trying to prove his worth to Clark, Kon almost works himself into an early grave as he looks after Metropolis. Thankfully his friends step in before it’s too late and put a stop to his lack of self-care.

A/N: This is done for the 'Fainting' square on my Bad Things Happen Bingo Card.

Also on A03

Enjoy! :D

He’s a liability. A fact which took him longer than it should have to admit it. The endless hours of pushing himself, using his powers constantly without respite, lack of sleep, and not eating enough is all finally catching up to him and therefore leaving him exhausted and on the brink of collapse.

Kon knows he should ask for help. He knows handling it all on his own is next to impossible, but he wants to prove to Clark that he can handle it. He’s been doing alright so far! Although it comes at the price of pushing himself way past his limits.

Clark’s been off world on a mission and asked Kon to look after Metropolis in his absence. Understanding this is a major ask, a test of trustworthiness and more, Kon resolutely agreed and swore he’d do everything in his power to keep the city safe and running like Superman always does.

It’s been a long seven days and he’s still got three more to go before Clark returns. There have been many times over the week when Kon’s picked up his phone to call his team for back up but only to hesitate before pressing the call button. He never called them. Kon has this idea in his mind of wanting to solely be able to look after the city to prove his worthiness.

Having just returned to his apartment from helping out the city’s water company with an exploded pipe downtown, Kon collapses onto his couch and lets out a long and tired sigh. He’s aching all over and is fed up with everything. Thankfully that latest call wasn’t the worst thing he’s had to deal with, he shouldn’t complain really because at least it wasn't a cat stuck in a tree situation, that’s just old and cliché and shit Kon couldn’t be bothered to deal with anymore.

Tipping his head back against the couch cushion he closes his eyes and feels his body starting to relax. God, what he wouldn’t give to get a solid five hours of sleep right now. He says five because eight is too hopeful and the most he’s gotten in the last seven days consecutively is three. So five hours would be a luxury.

He doesn’t even get five minutes.

Groaning in frustration Kon swipes at his face and wills himself not to cry. When will he get a break? What’s disturbed him this time isn’t a cry for help but rather someone knocking at his apartment front door.

“Kon. It’s me. Open up!” A voice calls out and a pounding on the door follows. Kon frowns into the space of his living room. Why is Tim here? He never called him. Did he? Kon glances around for his phone in hopes to get an answer for that question but is unable to find it in immediate proximity. Oh well, that’s probably for the best. The last thing he needs is his phone blowing up with notifications on the city’s next catastrophe that needs his attention.

“Kon!”

The pounding on the door continues and Kon finally gets his ass into gear to go answer it. Apparently he takes too long because by the time he’s made it to the hall Tim is there opening up the door himself with a key in his hand. If it was surprising to hear Tim on the other side of the door, Kon was furthermore surprised when Cassie and Bart make an appearance just behind the boy wonder.

Kon had either fallen asleep and is dreaming or he's really seeing his friends in front of him and not understanding why they’re there. He wipes at his eyes to clear his vision from the grey that seems to be forming and blinks stupidly at his friends not saying anything. Maybe he did call them after all and just can’t remember, it’s been an exhausting week.

“Are we allowed to come in? Ma Kent would be so disappointed with your lack of manners Kon!” Cassie laughs but there’s a tightness to her tone as if the humour is being forced.

Kon shakes his head, although a wave of vertigo hits him and causes him to stumble, he grabs hold of the open door to steady himself. At his stumble his friends surge forward to help him but stop short once he's steady. Ignoring what happened Kon swings an arm towards the inside of the apartment, “come in.” Just because he wasn’t expecting his friends doesn’t mean he’ll turn them away.

The three of them all give him the side eye as they pass through and make themselves at home in his living room. As Kon turns to shut the door he’s hit with a second wave of vertigo and forces himself to breathe through it until it passes. Once it does he turns back to his friends and asks the million dollar question.

“So what are you guys doing here? Not that I’m not happy to see you of course.”

Apparently it’s the wrong question because his friends stop what they’re doing and stare at him and Kon tries to not squirm under the intense scrutiny.

“Kon it’s the twentieth, we’re going to the hockey game tomorrow remember? We arranged to come and stay with you months ago.” Cassie explains putting her hands on her hips looking worried.

Frowning, Kon rubs his eyes again as the grey re-appears, and tries to focus on his friends. He has vague recollection of them organising it. However, “that can’t be right, it’s not the twentieth yet.”

“Yeah it is bud. What’s going on?” Bart speaks up looking concerned and Kon hates how apparently he’s the one that’s put that expression on his face. “If you’ve lost track of time, that’s easily done, but it would explain why you haven’t answered our calls and messages.”

That reminds Kon of his missing phone and he absentmindedly pats his pockets. As he tries to remember what he did with it, a sudden bout of nausea hits and has Kon controlling his breathing yet again until it passes.

Wait... what was he doing again?

“Conner?”

Frowning Kon looks up and is surprised to see his friends in his apartment. “What’re you guys doin’ here?”

When his friends don’t say anything and simply stare at him, it takes Kon a moment to remember that he had just let them into his apartment. What was wrong with him? He breathes deeply and rubs his eyes yet again when the grey reappears in his vision, the nausea comes back too leaving Kon like he’s about to throw up any second. Something isn’t right.

“I don’t feel good,” Kon mumbles under his breath. The grey turns to black and the last thing Kon can recall is the distant shout of his name.

Waking up with a splitting headache is never fun. The pounding going on inside his skull makes him reluctant to open his eyes knowing how irritable the light is going to be and that’s saying a lot considering he usually thrives off sunlight.

“Kon? You with us?”

The voice calls out to him, and feeling like he’s got the worst hangover ever Kon begrudgingly opens his eyes, squinting to try and see through the predictably irritating sunlight. “Huh?”

“Oh good you’re awake. We were getting worried.”

Kon forces himself to wake up further, trying to clear the fog from his brain. His head feels like a bull is charging through it while his body feels like he’s gone several rounds against Solomon Grundy and lost. He sits up and finally sees his friends gathered around him on the sofa. Bart’s looking at him with a frown, Cassie is clearly angry and Tim has his whole stoic expression going on which means he's livid.

“What happened?” Kon asks trying to wrap his head around what’s going on. In front of him, Bart flickers in place and suddenly he’s handing him pain killers and a glass of water. Accepting them, despite usual painkillers not working for him and downing the water, Kon tries to recall what happened for his friends to be like this.

Bart thankfully takes pity on him and explains, “dude, you fainted. Not cool.”

Kon blinks and thinks back. Oh shit.

“Why didn’t you tell us it gotten that bad Kon? You know we’re only a call away. I thought you had more sense than this.” Cassie says with a forced calm to her tone, clearly trying to not blow up at him. He appreciates it, his head won’t be able to handle any shouting matches right now.

With his mind finally catching up, Kon sighs and fiddles with the rim of the glass not looking at anyone. “I was handling it. It’s all fine, I only have a few days left then he’s back and everything can go back to normal.”

“That doesn’t excuse you from working yourself into an early grave Kon…” Tim snaps disapprovingly. Kon does look up then and sends his best friend a glare.

“Fuck off Tim. You’re one to talk.”

Tim looks affronted by his comment and opens his mouth to obviously retort back but Bart slashes his hand between them and cuts in before he could say anything. “No. Absolutely not. We’re not having this pissing contest right now. This is what we’re going to do,” he pauses looking between everyone before speaking again in a no nonsense tone. “Tim, go help Kon wash up and changed into some comfy clothes. Cassie please coordinate cover for Kon over Metropolis for the next 24 hours or so, whether that’s us taking shifts or some of the other Titans, it doesn't matter. Do not argue Kon. I’m going to set up for a movie night and run down the street to grab us food.”

Before Kon could protest, Bart’s gone in a blink of an eye, Cassie has her phone against her ear dialling whoever, and Tim has grasped his arm and is helping him off the sofa leading him towards the bathroom.

“I’m not a child. I don’t need babysitting.” Kon grumbles, although he leans on Tim for support as he’s still feeling weak and shaky which he won’t admit too.

Once they get into the bathroom Tim deposits Kon down on the toilet and backs up looking at him with a frown in place and his hands on his hips. Kon suddenly feels guilty, like he’s disappointed a parent for being naughty.

Sighing deeply Kon shakes his head and starts trying to strip out of his clothing. “C’mon man, don’t look at me like that.” He huffs when his shirt gets caught around his neck.

“You deserve the look and you know it.” Tim retorts. He snorts at Kon’s predicament before helping come free of the fabric. “Why didn’t call me Kon? You know I would’ve helped out. Any of us would have if you just messaged! You didn’t have to work yourself to exhaustion.”

Once the t-shirt is off Kon works on stripping his trousers off while Tim turns away and puts the shower on. “We all know what it’s like trying to live up to their expectations. No matter how long it’s been or what we’ve already achieved. I know for a fact you sometimes still feel like you need to prove yourself to Bruce and push yourself. This is the same.” Kon pauses before narrowing his eyes at his best friend as he plays with the edge of his boxers. “I also don’t need you in here with me as I shower.”

It certainly wouldn’t be the first time they’ve showered together, but believe it or not Kon still has some dignity left. He also doesn’t need a babysitter.

“I’ll turn my back.” Tim comments moving to stand to the side facing the wall as he promised. He doesn’t say anything else on the matter and Kon certainly isn’t going to bring it up. Rolling his eyes, and then having to grab the sink to steady himself thanks to some vertigo, he stands up and removes his boxers before entering the shower.

The two of them are quiet as Kon washes off and he has to admit he feels much better being clean. Tiredness still pulls at him but he’s feeling more human now than before.

He gets out, dries off and pulls on the clean clothes Tim hands him before the two of them make their way back into the living room. Sure enough Bart’s gone the extra mile and has turned Kon’s living room into a slumber party den. Blankets and pillows cover the sofas, snacks and bottles of soft drinks line the coffee table, the curtains have been drawn and a dim lamp is on giving the room a warm glow and finally Netflix is up loaded on his TV awaiting for a film to be chosen.

Tim herds Kon to the couch and then proceeds to wrap a blanket around him until he’s resembling a burrito. It’s as Tim is settling down on the couch next to him Cassie appears and flops into the love seat adjacent to them.

“Shifts and cover have been arranged for the next couple days.” She announces, sinking into the chair with a sigh. She looks over at him with a critical stare. “You’re not allowed to help for the minimum of two days. What were you thinking Kon! You’re not a novice at this anymore, you should have called us before things got this bad.”

Feeling like a child being scolded, for a second time, Kon scowls. He opens his mouth to snap back but Tim jumps in before he could defend himself. “Cassie.” He shoots her a warning look. “Trust me when I say he deserves the scolding, but let’s leave it for when he isn’t about to keel over.”

Cassie huffs but otherwise quietens down. Kon knows he’s been let off the hook for now but is definitely in for a hard time in the near future.

Bart soon speeds in and stops in front of the TV with the remote in hand and is already browsing through the movies on offer looking for something to watch. With input from everyone and ten minutes later, they manage to find something they agree on and quickly settle down to watch it.

As the film plays Kon feels himself dropping off to sleep. The jerk of his head as it drops keeps him awake and fighting to keep his eyes open. He’s just so tried. A hand grabbing his shoulder jerks him into awareness and he blinks at Tim who is looking at him pointedly, he doesn’t need to be the world’s second greatest detective to tell Kon is close from being beaten by The Sandman. The hand on Kon’s shoulder starts tugging and still wrapped up like a burrito, Kon is helpless but to obey Tim’s command and is moved until he’s lying across the sofa with his head on Tim’s lap.

Surrounded by his best friends who are all safe and currently uninjured, the comfort and warmth from the blanket mixed with the exhaustion and knowing he’ll soon be getting a lecture about self-care, Kon falls asleep easily.

[diamondsnowflakes]

I wanna be your favourite pretty boy!

"Hey Tim," he shouted over his shoulder.

"Yeah?" Tim shouted back.

"Is your Wi-Fi set up yet?"

"Yeah, you wanna do your usual guessing attempts before I give you the password?"

Kon grinned. "Yeah. You good with that?"

"Go ahead!"

Kon fist pumped then grabbed his phone out of his back pocket. He'd been trying to guess the password to Tim's Wi-Fi every time he moved for the past five years, enough that it'd become a tradition for him. Of course, it never worked. Tim preferred to have a bunch of numbers and symbols around, and even then, the main body of it would be akin to 'RedViper' or something equally cryptic.

Still, Kon switched to his settings and clicked on the 'Gold-smithGuitar' network, lowering himself to kneel beside the router.

AO3 Link

"Remind me why you needed a new apartment again?" Kon called out to his best friend as he followed him up into the hall of the fifth-floor apartment, faux-staggering with the last cardboard box (marked 'books') balanced on one hip.

"Technically, this isn't my apartment; it's Arnold Gold's --" 

Kon rolled his eyes and shifted the cardboard box to his other hip as Tim disappeared through a white door at the end of the hall.

"-- And there's a weapons trafficking ring that's taken up a base across from here. I needed an excuse to be watching at all hours of the day." 

"We're in Bludhaven. Couldn't your older brother do this?" 

"Actually, this is to help Dick. I owe him a favour or two."

"I'm guessing this is worth two."

A thud echoed from somewhere in the room as Tim stuck his head around the door, flashing a sheepish grin. "Pretty much." His eyes flicked down to the box. "Can you put that box in the living room?"

Kon shrugged. "Sure." 

"Brilliant," Tim smiled, then disappeared again, only leaving time to call back, "Thank you!" over his shoulder. 

Kon sighed and rolled his eyes, then turned into the doorway next to him that led into a spacious combination dining room and living room. 

It was very fancy for a living room in Kon's mind, but that was how he felt in most of Tim's home bases. He was scared to put the box down near any furniture or walls lest he scratch anything. Even the carpet was so new and thick that his feet were leaving behind tracks in the fibres. It didn't help that Tim had a knack for buying the most uncomfortable, fancy-looking sofas in the world; this time, it was a reddish-brown leather-looking sofa that Kon knew he would slip off when they next hung out. 

Strangely enough, Tim had also bought a dining set to fill the dining room section this time. Kon thought it looked like stained and polished ash. Pa would say it was a waste of good wood with how little Tim would use it. 

Kon was inclined to agree, but he wasn't about to tell Tim that as he bent down to place the box near the TV. As he straightened up, he caught a little black box in the corner of his eye.

"Hey Tim," he shouted over his shoulder.

"Yeah?" Tim shouted back. 

"Is your Wi-Fi set up yet?" 

"Yeah, you wanna do your usual guessing attempts before I give you the password?" 

Kon grinned. "Yeah. You good with that?" 

"Go ahead!"

Kon fist pumped then grabbed his phone out of his back pocket. He'd been trying to guess the password to Tim's Wi-Fi every time he moved for the past five years, enough that it'd become a tradition for him. Of course, it never worked. Tim preferred to have a bunch of numbers and symbols around, and even then, the main body of it would be akin to 'RedViper' or something equally cryptic. 

Still, Kon switched to his settings and clicked on the 'Gold-smithGuitar' network, lowering himself to kneel beside the router. First, he tried 'Cassie2'; Cassie for the name and two because she was the second Wondergirl. No cigar. The screen shivered. Then he typed in 'Bart2' -- because he was the second Kid Flash. No cigar again. Then he poised to run over to the kitchen as he tried his favourite password, 'Kon1'. He was ready to laugh it off, but as he pressed 'Join', he froze. It went through. All three bars lit up on his phone, and Kon's heart went quiet. 

"Hey Tim," he called. His heart felt like it had restarted with a skip, and his face warmed up. He didn't dare tear his eyes from the screen lest it disappear.

"Yeah?" This time, he sounded closer, meaning Tim had probably stuck his head around the living room door.

"Rob, did you mean to put my name as your Wi-Fi password?" Tim's heartbeat doubled in rate, and Kon tore his eyes away from his screen to glance over his shoulder. 

Tim was leaning into the living room, using his right hand to cling to the doorframe barely. It was precarious but quickly forgotten when Kon saw his expression. His face was the same red as his suit on a good day, his eyes wide and averted with his lips pursed. 

Tim eventually squared his jaw, and Kon heard him take a measured breath before he nodded and said, "Yes, but I can explain."

Kon raised an eyebrow. Tim's heart hadn't slowed down in his ear. "Can you?" 

"Uh, yeah," Tim stuttered. "It's my automatic password. Like, what I use before I have something more secure."

Fuck, was all Kon could think as his heart ramped up, forcing his eyes closed with the force of the feelings hitting him. He'd been trying to put this password in all this time, and the only reason he didn't get it in one was because he was a fraction late. It shouldn't have been so attractive. Nor should it have been so cute that he was the automatic password. 

Kon took a steadying breath in and out before opening his eyes and responding, "So, what I'm hearing here is that I'm your automatic password?" 

Tim pulled himself up from hanging on the door frame so he could walk into the main living room and shrugged. "Well, yeah, it's comfort for me when I'm first moving into a new place," he laughed awkwardly. "You know how I move often, of my own free will or otherwise."

Oh.

Kon smiled shakily. He couldn't look Tim in the eye. A rush of warmth in his gut was melting him at the idea of being comforting, but that didn't stop his whole body from feeling like it was buzzing. 

"Umm, yeah, I understand that," Kon stuttered. His tongue felt enormous. "You move around a lot, and I can see why familiarity would help."

He gathered the courage to look back at Tim, who was staring back at him unblinking. The oxygen felt sucked from the room as their eyes caught each other. Kon could hear Tim's heartbeat as it rocketed in his chest, but his breath caught with every in and out, catching his lips in a part. 

Oh. 

"And I mean, you're comforting for me too, y'know?" 

Tim slowly nodded and began moving towards Kon. 

Kon's eyes followed Tim. He licked his lips and gulped. Tim was laser-focused on him, and when he focused on his heartbeat, it had returned to its standard steadiness. 

Kon wasn't sure he could sweat, but if he could, he would. He was almost thankful for his skin tone as it disguised at least some of his inevitable blush, but he knew Tim still saw it as his eyes flicked down and his lips flashed the cutest little smirk. 

Tim tipped his head to one side. "Was that you… picking up what I'm putting down?" 

He'd gotten close enough that Kon could hear Tim's lungs as he regulated his breathing without trying.

Kon quirked an eyebrow. "I don't know, am I?" 

"Well," Tim looked away and pretended to think, pursing his lips. "If you were, then maybe we could kiss? But if I'm being too presumptuous and you weren't, then maybe I should—" 

He began to step away, but Kon shot out a hand and grabbed his jacket, pulling him back so they were even closer. 

"I'm picking it up." 

Tim’s smirk widened. "Then I guess we should kiss." 

Kon felt, more than saw, the grin split across Tim's face as he leaned in to kiss him. 

It was a fairytale. Tim's lips were soft and warm against Kon's, tasting of strawberry bubblegum and Zesti cola from the drive to the complex. There were no fireworks, but there might as well have been with how his heartbeat was echoing in Kon's ears, and his hands were cool where he'd grabbed Kon's forearms to stay upright when he'd been pulled forward. 

When he realised he was still holding Tim's lapels, Kon couldn't help pulling him even closer. He then slipped his hands down to his hips, leaving Tim to rest his arms over his shoulders. If Kon's mouth hadn't been busy, he might've laughed at how Tim was almost certainly pressing up on his tiptoes.

It felt like an age before they parted, leaving Tim gasping as he came off tiptoes and rested his forehead against Kon's shoulder.

"I wish humans didn't need oxygen. It's unfair that you Kryptonians can kiss forever."

Kon smiled, resting his hands on his (partner? boyfriend?) Tim's back. On the one hand, he wasn't out of breath at all. On the other, "Half-Kryptonian. I still need to breathe, dude."

Tim lifted his head and shot him a Robin-glare. "You aren't even out of breath, dude. Also, don't dude me when we just kissed."

"Man?"

"No."

"Homie?"

"Definitely not." 

"Homeslice?" 

Tim grimaced lightheartedly as he stepped back. "Where are you even getting these?" 

Kon pulled Tim closer again. "What about Rob?"

He could feel Tim relax in his arms as he said, "Yeah, that'll work, clone boy."

--

A thought hit Kon a while later as he sat cross-legged on a countertop, watching Tim put away the freshly bought crockery.

"Wait, Tim, what are we gonna do about the whole mission thing?" 

Tim jumped from kneeling on the opposite counter to slot some grey mugs into a cupboard. "Who said Arnold Gold couldn't have a boyfriend? He's my alias." 

Kon tipped his head to the side, raising an eyebrow. "Won't Nightwing have a problem with that?"

"Nope!" Tim turned around, showing a devious grin. "Dick doesn't care who I date unless they hurt me."

Kon narrowed his eyes as Tim grabbed a pile of tea towels from the box beside him. "You sure about that?" 

"Oh yeah," Tim hummed. He thumbed through the tea towels as he walked past Kon to the kitchen door. "Besides, he isn't even the one you have to worry about." 

"Wait, what?"

[codiecoda]

He'll be fine Slade- Parental Slade Wilson Slex Fic

I've been pretty busy writing my Slex Flufftober fics but this was a fic I just had to write. I hope you enjoy it while I continue working towards a Slex filled October for you all.

[bluejaysandblackbats]

In The Soup

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam, Superfam

Summary: Jason Lives AU where he and Superboy become friends, despite Bruce's disapproval of Superboy. (ft. Jason's service dog, Gromit)

Chapters: 6/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Barbara Gordon, Conner Kent, Roxy Leech, Rex Leech

Relationships: TBA

Additional Tag: Jason Todd Lives, Jason Todd Has Chronic Pain, Jason Todd Has PTSD, Conner Kent is Superboy, Good Friend Jason Todd, Protective Jason Todd, Overprotective Bruce Wayne, Barbara Gordon is Oracle, Disabled Characters, Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne Get Along, Good Parent Bruce Wayne, Developing Friendships, Sneaking Around, Disguise, Fluff and Humor, Secret Messages, Hiding in Plain Sight

Chapter Six: Market Stepmommy

Conner waited for Barbara to let him past the security system, and he followed her directions to the kitchen, where Jason scrambled to make their sandwiches. “Hey, Jason?” Conner asked. Jason froze in place, staring up at Conner. “How hard did you fall?”

“Oh, not hard. I have nerve damage. Like today isn’t a bad pain day, but it’s a numbness day,” Jason explained, “It’s funny how a few hits to the head can do a lot to your body in the long run.”

“Sports?” Conner asked.

“Not exactly,” Jason replied as he finished making breakfast. “Gromit, here, buddy. Thanks for the pick me up this morning.” He fed Gromit two slices of bacon and washed his hands. Gromit brushed his face against Jason’s ankle. “I love you too, Gromit.”

“Food smells great,” Conner replied as Jason gave him his plate.

“Thanks… Barbara! Food’s done!” Jason hollered.

“Why are you yelling? Just use the intercom,” Barbara complained as she entered the room. “Hi, Baby Boy, watch out,” Barbara whispered as Gromit walked past her, proudly chewing his treat.

“Oh, Barbara. Conner thought you were my stepmom,” Jason chuckled.

“I would never date Bruce, though… That’d be gross, but I might start telling women at the grocery store that you’re my son. Do you think that works the same way it does for cute babies in sitcoms? How about it, Jason? Do you wanna help me find you a new stepmommy?” Barbara joked.

"I thought you were talking to that computer guy?" Jason asked.

"I can't have a backup plan? Besides, what if you don't like your future stepdad—?"

"Eww, okay. This joke is getting gross. Conner, she isn't my stepmom, she's a friend of the family. We wouldn't know what to do without her. Hey, Barbara, could you get Conner into school with me?" Jason asked as he took three pill bottles from Gromit's backpack. Conner watched as Jason washed his pills down with half a bottle of water.

"Mhm, I'll have him enrolled by Sunday night," Barbara answered.

Conner looked up from his sandwich. "Whoa, you guys were serious? That's—. Wow. Thank you," Conner smiled.

"It was easy. Don't worry about it. Do me a favor and make sure these two get outdoors,” Barbara requested, “And we’ll call it even.” Conner chuckled and nodded.

“Jason, where do you like to hang out?” Conner asked.

“I haven’t been to the museum in a while,” Jason replied, “Oh, and there’s this place called The Sewer, and they play live music sometimes. But it’s only cool at nighttime…” Jason looked at Barbara with wide eyes.

“I’ll watch Gromit while you hit the teen club tonight, but only because he’s great at keeping me company. How about it, Gromit? Do you want to work with Auntie Barbara tonight?” Barbara asked as she scratched under Gromit’s chin.

“Nothing too dangerous,” Jason warned her. Barbara nodded. “Does anybody want another sandwich? I’ve got a bunch of leftover bacon.”

“Please,” Barbara replied. Conner nodded along with her.

After breakfast, Jason let Conner go to his room with him while he got ready to go out. “Thanks for coming over. Are you gonna spend the night after The Sewer or—? Sorry, I haven’t been out and about a whole lot, so I’m excited to have somebody to hang out with—.”

“It’s okay. I don’t mind. I don’t have anyone normal like you to hang out with, so it’s nice to be able to chill with you,” Conner smiled. Jason threw on one of Bruce’s old beat-up flannels and pulled on his pants. Conner laid back and stretched out on Jason’s bed. “What’s it like living with Bruce Wayne? Is he like your dad or something?”

“Yeah, he is my dad. I love him a lot, but he’s got this weird vendetta against you because he thinks you’re gonna hurt Superman or something,” Jason confessed, “Which is why he can never know you’re Superboy. He’d flip his lid if he knew we were friends.”

Conner turned on his side and grinned at Jason. “So, we’re friends?” Conner asked.

Jason’s cheeks went rosy. “Shut up,” Jason giggled without meaning to. “We can do whatever you want between the museum and The Sewer tonight.”

“What is The Sewer exactly?” Conner questioned.

“It’s a nightclub for teens. After eight, it’s sixteen and up,” Jason replied, “I snuck in once when I was eleven… But I haven’t been able to get in since.”

Conner chuckled. “I’m sorry. I’m not—. Well, I kind of—. I imagined a tinier you in a nightclub moshing with teenagers,” Conner laughed. Jason snickered, and it built into a full-body laugh that left him doubled over.

“Oh, it was terrible,” Jason laughed, “I got tossed around like a ragdoll.” Conner and Jason laughed until tears rolled down their cheeks.

“I would’ve given anything to be a real kid,” Conner mumbled. Jason stopped laughing.

“You are a real kid,” Jason replied. Conner smiled and shook his head.

“I’m a science project being passed off as a kid,” Conner replied, “You don’t have to be nice about it. I know what I am—.”

“Clone or no clone, you’re a regular sixteen-year-old kid to me—. No, you’re better than most sixteen-year-old kids. You’re empathetic. You’re not judgmental. You’re funny. You’re friendly—. I mean—. I’m glad you were made in a lab because that’s what it took for me to get a friend like you,” Jason stated. Conner smiled.

“Thanks, Jason,” Conner whispered, “Hey, do you like fast cars?”

“Do ducks fly south for the winter?” Jason replied. Conner laughed.

“How ‘bout I take you flying on the way home tonight?” Conner suggested.

"Yeah, I'd love it, but my chair—."

"I can carry the chair too. Just fold it up. What do you say?" Conner asked. Jason nodded, his mouth open at the thought of flying. "It'll be fun. I promise."

Barbara knocked on the door. "No curfew tonight. It’s Saturday, and I think the chances of you two getting arrested are slim to none,” Barbara whispered.

Jason’s phone rang. “Oh! Hold on, it’s my dad. Mind if I take this?” Jason asked. Conner shook his head. “Hi, Bruce. Everything okay from abroad?”

“Mhm… I miss you,” Bruce whispered, “I don’t think I’ll be home this week, though… Jason, are you alright with Barbara until I get home?”

“Mhm… Are you gonna—? When are you and Alfred coming home? Do you have any idea?” Jason asked. A loud wind blew on Bruce’s end.

“It’ll be at least a week… Hopefully no more than a month, Jason—.”

“Is it dangerous?” Jason asked. Conner heard Jason’s pulse pick up speed.

“No more than the usual… I love you, Jason,” Bruce whispered.

“I love you too… Bruce? Um… If you’re in trouble—. Can you have Alfred write me or call me if something happens?” Jason asked.

“Uh-huh… Jason, are you alright?” Bruce questioned.

“Yeah… I just—. I’m hanging out with my friend tonight, so I might not answer my phone,” Jason replied.

“Okay… Be good, and feel free to call me if you need something,” Bruce whispered, “I gotta go.”

“Bye, D—. Bye, Bruce,” Jason whispered. He hung up and dropped his phone in his lap. “Okay. Ready to go?” Jason smiled, but there was no hiding his discomfort.

[emperorsfoot]

A/B/O, TimKon

(Takes place during the events of "Dusk Fall", between chapters 1-5.)

While Tim and Daniel are working multiple cases in Gotham, Kon is left at home taking care of the other two children. Kon was totally going to nail this!

[tbowaut]

Shattering Mirror Ch 12 Sneak peek

Tim/Kon - that moment when you commit a B&E as a bonding activity. Ya know, just to cheer up your friend.

AO3 link

“Superboy,” Red calls, from where they stand at a small table, “have you seen the city of Kandor yet?” 

Shaking his head Kon floats over to come see what they’re talking about, when he gets closer he sees what they’re looking at. It’s a city in a bottle, what catches his attention is the fact that the city is populated. On the table there are some notes clearly taken by Superman that Red is skimming, they don’t seem very happy and Kon understands why as soon as he gets a good look at them; they’re in Kryptonian.

“What does it say?” They demand flipping to the page with yesterday's date.

“Uh, December 29th.” Kon reads out, putting on his best posh-Superman impression he can, “The citizens of Kandor are celebrating a holiday they call Woksnansh. Its origins and purpose are lost on me but they’ve made food that smells different than usual and are burning it. I suspect it has religious origins from this fact alone.”

“He’s studying them to learn about Kryptonian culture.” Red hums flipping through notes they can’t read. “Interesting…”

They inspect the notes for a few moments before looking at the city closely. Kon can hear the bustling of the city now that he’s not tuning out the noise of the world in his mind. The bustling streets are filled with people talking and it’s… Kryptonian. They’re all speaking in Kryptonian!

A fond smile forms on Kon’s face. Suddenly another noise gains his attention: the sound of someone landing in the snow outside.

His eyes snap to the door in fear. 

Superman was coming.

He turns to tell Red, when they cover his mouth with their hand. Their face full of understanding, like he doesn’t have to say it; they got it from his body language alone. Glancing around, Red quickly makes a decision and ducks under the table with the Kandor city on it; dragging Kon with them. 

It’s cramped, but they both fit and he watches on as Red fixes the blue table cloth to where it had been before they ducked under the table. 

Kon can hear the rumble of the door and he can barely breathe. God this was so stupid. What were they thinking? Breaking into the fortress of solitude? Superman could hear them, he had X-ray vision, he could probably smell them if he wanted to. 

Kon’s eyes follow Superman around the room, looking through the table cloth with his own infrared vision. The man bustles around grabbing something off one of the shelves before turning and beginning to head their way. Red isn’t breathing as Superman approaches the table they’re under and Kon follows their lead.

He stands right in front of them, the toe of his shoe poking under the table cloth and Kon hears the scratching of a pen on paper. Red and him press further together so as not to touch the man’s shoe, because there really isn’t any room under this dumb table.

Seeming done, Superman takes whatever it was on the shelf and flies out the door. He and Red stay where they are for a few seconds, just to be sure they’re out of hearing range. 

Slowly Red crawls out from under the table and Kon follows, letting out a sigh of relief. Seeming to agree, Red lets out a similar sigh and meets Kons eyes under their domino. They stare at each other in disbelief for a second before they both double over in breathless laughter. 

Here they were: In Superman’s base, sneaking around and hiding under tables like little kids at a party.

“Mon Dieu, that was close,” Sighs Red, 

“Why the table?” Kon snorts,

“Because, if we made noise he’d probably think it was just one of the Kandorians.” They shrug, turning back to the city. “Super senses means it’s best to hide in a crowd.”

“Good to know that’s where you’ll be when I look for you.” laughs Kon, striding back over to the shelves, there's an empty space but he doesn’t remember what was there. 

They spend another few minutes exploring before Red tells him they should get going before Superman gets back to return whatever he took out of the fortress. Agreeing, Kon takes one last look around, quickly whips out his phone to capture the moment and curses himself for not doing so earlier. 

He finds a warped crystal as they walk out of the hall, it gives his reflection giant shoulders and a tiny head. He snaps a picture merrily. It only gets better when Red comes to remind him they need to leave, and ends up with large bug-like eyes. He takes a picture of the both of them, cackling as Red all but shoves him out the door. He’s pretty sure they were smiling.

[lily-drake]

If you're still willing to take story ideas, I got one! Ra's and Talia are up to no good again and try to create a new heir with some leftover DNA of Bruce's. Only they don't have enough to make a male heir. Little Marinette does her best to please them during her years with them but things changed when the League base she's in is attacked and she's found by her other family, aka the batfam. "I'm gonna be Pixie's fav! Bet." "She's of my blood Todd! I am." is said once home

Stab or be Stabbed

I’m SO sorry this took so long! This has literally been sitting half completed in my doc for nearly a year now. I finally revisited it, and I then needed to make lots of changes because I didn’t like it anymore. But here it is, so please enjoy!

If you're still willing to take story ideas, I got one! Ra's and Talia are up to no good again and try to create a new heir with some leftover DNA of Bruce's. Only they don't have enough to make a male heir. Little Marinette does her best to please them during her years with them but things changed when the League base she's in is attacked and she's found by her other family, aka the batfam. "I'm gonna be Pixie's fav! Bet." "She's of my blood Todd! I am." is said once home

Damian had failed, he was flawed and easily swayed.  They needed to restart, they needed a new heir that would not and could not be so easily turned against them.  They still had some of Batman’s genetic material, but it wasn’t enough for a male heir.  Instead, they got a female heir with Bruce’s hair and eyes while she had Talia’s bone structure and facial features.  Ra’s was very disappointed when he found out, but he would make sure that she would be the perfect heir for The League of Assassins.  In the end, her gender did not matter, only the greater purpose she would serve.

Marinette was forced to train more and harder than Damian ever had.  Not that she knew who Damian was, in fact she didn’t even know that Talia was her mother.  She was raised by her weapons master Sabine Cheng; which meant that she always had to be on guard in case a stray knife tried to find its way into her gut or head.  It could have been worse though, it could have been poison master Omar.  She shivered at the thought; none of his students had lasted more than three months before they either died or deemed worthy enough to continue on their training.

Marinette was moved around a lot between Nanda Parabat, Lazarus Island, and Infinity Island.  She was trained in the coldest parts of the mountains, the hottest parts of the islands, she was even trained under the water.  She was trained barefoot, in heavy armor, in loose clothing, Talia made her learn to fight in dresses, and sometimes she was even forced to train fully naked; she hated that training most of all.  She was trained with every weapon imaginable: guns, swords, canes, throwing knives and needles, bladed fans, hand to hand, bo staff, etc.  The training that she hated the most was that of heightening her pain tolerance, but Talia and Master Cheng said it was of utmost importance that she go through it.  Afterall, she would need to learn how to stay silent no matter the cost if she was ever taken by someone with ulterior motives.

Marinette had many scars depicting her battles and failures, and it wasn’t until she was 8 that her true test came.  She had been transported to Infinity Island to undergo her annual desert/jungle survival training where currently, she was hidden under the dark canopy of the rainforest as her training started as soon as she stepped off the boat.  Suddenly, she saw people fall out of the sky from something invisible which triggered the scheming part of her mind. Marinette had hidden weapons all around the jungle in case her masters sent assassins to try and track her again.  It looks like she would now be using those weapons to defend her island as a whole rather than purely herself!  

Quietly she crept around and watched as the people in dark suites with strange symbols stared at each other, communicating without saying a word.  There were 5 people: a blonde girl with long blonde hair in a ponytail carrying a bow and a quiver of arrows strapped to her back.  A dark skinned man markings swirled around his arms.  A tall muscular black-haired man with a dark t-shirt with a bright red ‘S’ in a red triangle in the center.  A green skinned alien with fiery red hair (she’d need to be extra weary of her).  Finally a muscular yet lean man with a completely black suit with a dark blue bird centered on his sternum that spread out behind the back of his suit.  The last man set alarm bells ringing through her mind.  Mistress Talia had warned her about him.  She had ordered her to stay as far away from him, and a few others similar to him, as possible at all times.  She was told that he would kill her if he ever caught sight of her, that he wouldn’t rest until he had caught her, and she could under no circumstances fall into death’s hands.

She made slow steady steps back, she would have to tell her headmaster that invaders were on the island.  She made sure her steps were light and that her path was clear so she would not step on anything that would give her away.  But she always kept her sights on the people, and when she had to look back for just a second because she heard a rustle in the trees, they were all gone.

Marinette cursed silently as quickened her steps as she ran towards the sanctuary.  She had to warn the base leaders!  If she didn’t get there in time and they found out she knew, they would send her back to the basement.  She hated the basement!  It was dark and the screams echoed everywhere, and someone in the dark always hurt her and she never knew who!  She could still feel the sharp bite of a blade digging into her skin or the flames that bit her feet, and if she cried it would become so much worse!  Master Cheng said she had it easy, she said that other people would do worse to her if things were different, even if she didn’t know what that meant.  All the kids she saw on missions, they were just better at hiding their pain, and wasn’t that humiliating?!  Random children who were never trained by anyone were better at hiding their pain than her.  And despite the pain they must have all been in they were still so happy!  She was pathetic, but she would be better, she had to be!

As she ran something, or rather someone, dropped in front of her in a stance that showed they were ready for a fight.  Marinette glared and gripped at the dagger she had unburied from a nearby bush when she had first seen the people drop from the sky.  It was the man that Mistress Talia warned her about, the man that was going to kill her if he ever laid eyes on her!  But maybe she could kill him before he killed her.  Yes, that’s exactly what she would do!  She would defeat him and show Mistress how strong she is and that she is a worthy opponent.

The man’s body seemed to freeze for a second, and that was the only weakness she needed as she launched into her attack.  The man recovered from his shock and quickly dodged her strike.  His face was covered in a deep frown, and she couldn't help but wonder what his eyes looked like as they were covered by a black white-lensed mask.  Did they look at her with fury, hunger, disgust, malice?  He seemed… hesitant, which confused her as it didn’t make sense with how Mistress Talia had described him.  It didn’t matter though, because that would just make this victory so much easier to obtain.  She let the wind help guide her movements so that she would be able to gain more velocity at an accelerated pace as she gracefully let her body fall into the motions of battle like she had been trained to.  He seemed to move just as swiftly as her though, always just avoiding her, and that’s when it hit!  This was a distraction, he was just keeping her from alerting her masters!  She needed to find an opening to warn The League right now. 

So she launched again, but instead of attacking like the man predicted as he moved out of the way, she kept moving forward towards the base.  She moved through the path in seemingly random patterns, hoping that it would throw the man off her trail.  She had thought she had gotten ahead and lost him, but when she was just meters away she felt arms encircling her waist and moving her high into the treeline.  She struggled throwing her fists up, proud when she heard the person holding her grunt as she made contact with what must have been their lower jaw.  She used the slight distraction of the pain inflicted to draw her dagger and stabbing it into where she believed the invisible being’s forearm was located.  She watched as red bloomed seemingly out of nowhere, the arms around her letting go as the person screamed in pain.  Marinette caught herself from fully falling down the tree, catching herself as she swung from the branches.   

It didn’t take long for her to make it to the base after that, even shorter for her to find a patrolling assassin once she had made it to the fortress.

“Where are Lady Shiva and Mistress Cheshire?!  There are intruders on the island, and we must warn them post haste!”

Marinette commanded, watching for movement in the corner of her eyes.  She was pleased when the assassin let her in immediately rather than ignoring her request like many had in the past.  She watched the assassin ring the alarm and once that was done she went to search for her current trainers.  

She found Lady Shiva first, where she quickly reported everything that she had seen and everything that had happened as soon as she had noticed the mysterious people.

“You did well Marinette.  You will receive a just reward for your actions, now wait here until I return for you.”

Marinette wanted to fight back, to say that she should be allowed to fight the intruders with everyone else.  But she knew the consequences of questioning or disobeying a direct order, and it wasn’t worth it.  Placing her fist to her chest she bowed her head and said,

“Of course my Lady.”

And with that she was left alone in the large study only being able to listen to the fight and imagine herself in it rather than participate in it herself.  

It must have been hours as the sun had slowly begun to let a few of its rays shine through the small window on the far left side of the room, but it didn’t matter.  She had followed orders, and the base had finally begun to quiet which meant that someone should be retrieving her soon.  She could hear the steps before the door opened, but they were unfamiliar to her.  Quickly she hid behind the desk, gripping a throwing knife in her fist.  The door was pushed open and the person entered, and despite her curiosity, she didn’t dare to move, she barely allowed herself to breathe at this moment.  The person began to creep around the corners of the room allowing Marinette to see the reflection of the person through one of the many mirrors at the wall.  It was Mistress Cheshire.  But something was…off.  Not only was the sound (specifically the fact that she was making sound) and pattern of her footfalls different than usual, but there was the fact that if she allowed herself to make noise she would have been either mocking or gloating by now.  She only stayed silent when she was stalking, and it was obvious she wasn’t doing that, which meant that this person was an imposter.  Which meant that the intruders had breached the base!  

Marinette would only have one chance to get this right, one chance to avenge her fallen comrades, one chance to rid of this imposter, and she needed to take it.  Through the mirror she continued to watch the imposter, waiting until she was closer, closer, closer, and then the opening came.  The imposter was a few feet from the desk and her back was now turned away from her.  With silent grace Marientte let herself stand to her full height and silently threw the knife.  The intruder suddenly turned, as if they could sense her, but it was too late.  The dagger meant to hit the middle of the person’s back was now embedded in their sternum letting out a cry of pain.  Marinette watched, expressionless.     She watched as Lady Cheshire slowly faded back into the martian that had tried to grab her before.  She must have some sort of fast healing ability, which meant she would need to act quickly.  She watched as thick drops of red dripped from the wound.  The red ran down the knife like a small steam as it dropped from the tip of the hilt to the cold stone floor.  

The thought of taking her dagger back, ripping it from the martian, crossed her mind, but the reward of it wasn’t worth the risk.   She still had many more weapons located on her person anyways.  So on quick feet she fled the room, or at least she attempted to until the large muscular man stepped in front of her path, the look of pure rage written all over her features.  Marinette could feel a shudder rip through her spine at the unadulterated malice that showed through him, but Marinette knew better.  She just needed to find an opening and escape. 

“You.”

The man growled, it almost didn’t sound human.  But Marinette wasn’t cowed.  The man was far bigger than her, but that meant that she would have an easier time dodging his blows as it would take more effort to train his attacks specifically on her.  While he’s in the middle of an attack, or even recovering from one, she should be able to easily slip by.  There were many other hiding places she knew of, places so small only she would be able to fit, places so seemingly insignificant they wouldn’t even think of looking there.

“Superboy!”

A voice yelled from down the hall.  She needed to act now.  :Before she could do anything though, she was suddenly brought to her knees by a seemingly invisible weight with her hands trapped at her sides.  She looked behind her to see that the martian girl was already mostly healed, her knife tossed aside with blood still dripping off of it.  Marinette tried to fight through the invisible force, but it was useless as the rest of the entire group formed around her.

So this was how she died.  Ra’s and Talia would be so disappointed in her.  She had tried her best to avoid them, had done everything in her power to escape while still being useful.  But it was all for not.  She wouldn’t die with her head lowered though, she wouldn’t die with tears running down her face, she wouldn’t give them the satisfaction.  So as they looked at the other, still somehow communicating with each other with nothing but seemingly their eyes, she kept her head held high.  She watched as the man with the bright blue bird slowly bent down to her level, hands raised seemingly in surrender.  That threw her off.

“Hey there.  You put up quite the fight there.  Can you tell me your name?”

Marinette glared at the man, he must be taunting her.  There was no way he didn’t already know it when he so desperately wanted her dead.  So instead of answering the question she spat at him, almost letting her scowl turn into a smirk as the spit landed against his forehead causing him to frown in annoyance.  The man quickly wiped the spit away putting up a too sweet smile.

“That’s alright, you don’t have to answer right now.”

Right now was the cue, he expected her to tell him eventually.  That wouldn’t be happening though, she doubted that admitting her name would lead to anything good. 

“We’re gonna have to take you with us now.”  

Marinette bared her teeth at that, trying once again to fight through the invisible force holding her down.  She wasn’t sure if the weight was a mental black, so just in case it was she let some of her worst memories go through her mind.  Letting the pain she felt, the sound of echoing cries, the humiliation of those experiences wash through her.  Slowly the weight around her began to fade confirming her theory.  A few moments later the weight was completely gone, but with that gone the man who was talking to her quickly replaced it, holding her wrists above her head as he let his full weight fall over so that she couldn’t even budge.

“This place is awful.”

The martian said in a horrified whisper as she stared at Marinette, tears in her eyes.  It looked like she was looking at her with something akin to pity, and she hated it.  The man quickly grabbed onto both of her wrists with only one hand while the other went to a pocket on his belt.  Marinette struggled to escape, to find some room that would allow her some sort of advantage, but she was never able to find it.  She watched as the man brought out a small syringe and brought it to her neck.  She continuously tried to twist away from it, but someone held her head down.  Tears of fear filled her eyes no matter how hard she tried to hold them back.  She didn’t want to die, she wasn’t ready to die yet!  But what she wanted didn’t matter because the needle was stuck into her neck and the substance pushed into her blood.  A different type of invisible heaviness filled her, one that she couldn’t fight back with her memories, one that she would not be able to escape from because she was already asleep. ___________

Marinette’s eyes felt crusty and groggy.  She must have fallen asleep in the trees again.  Her throat was dry, and her head felt a little too slow.  She didn’t like that.  What she liked even less was the fact that there were other, unfamiliar voices above her.  With that she quickly shot up, looking for a weapon on her that wasn’t there.  If that didn’t make her feel like she was about to suffocate she didn’t know what would.  There were hands on her shoulders trying to push her back down, but she wouldn't let them.  Not killing her when they had the chance was their biggest mistake.  

“As your older brother I command you to calm down!”

A distinctly male voice harshly commanded her.  She wouldn’t have stopped fighting, but the “older brother” part threw her for a loop making her pause for only a moment.  Once that moment passed she was back to struggling for her freedom.

“What on Earth are you boys doing?!”

An older, more British voice, spoke loudly as if he were chastising children.  

“Now you back away from the young miss right this instant.  I know for a fact you boys would not wish to be awoken this way if you woke up somewhere new with people you’ve never met.”

The air around her shifted as the people around her seemingly moved away.  Slowly Marinette tried to catch her breath, her eyes clearing from this mist that was created in her blind panic.  She was in a medical area as she was laid on a cot surrounded by different types of medical equipment.  There were five men in the room with her, setting her on edge.  Her skin itched as she desperately wanted a dagger or weapon, anything would do at this point to cease the incessant nakedness she felt despite the fact she was fully clothed.  

She studied the men but only recognized one of them, the one who had drugged and kidnapped her.

“You.”

She growled, her voice thickly accented.  Usually she would be able to hide her Arabian accent far better, but the drug was still running its course through her system causing her brain to be slower, even with the adrenaline.

He was unmasked now, and was wearing casual clothing that she had seen others wear in her missions.  But she could now see his eyes, and instead of them holding some sort of gleeful cruelty, they showed sympathy and…worry?  It didn’t make sense…

She looked at the others, the man next to him reminded her of the muscular man she had seen with other man, but it couldn’t be.  This man was slightly taller, his hair shorter, face more scared and sharp edged, his eyes were also greener.  It reminded her of Ra’s eyes after he bathed in the Pit.  That thought made her want to shiver, so she quickly moved on to see a boy that looked like he hadn’t slept in a week.  He didn’t appear to be the greatest threat to her at the moment so she moved on.  They locked eyes, and Marinette couldn’t really think.  He looked, but it couldn’t, but had the same, but surely Talia would have told her, but if he was here with the people Talia warned her about she doubted that she would tell her.  Marinette couldn’t take her eyes off of him.

“I am Damian, we took a DNA test while you were asleep.  I am your brother.  If you do not believe me, here is the proof.”

He said while carefully handing her a small tablet.  And there it was, she tried to check for any signs that this was fake, a trick.  Was it hacked, was it photoshopped, was it all an illusion.  But it wasn’t.  

“I’m Marinette.”

“Do you know your last name?”

Damian asked, brow raised as surly she would know her status.

“I was told that I must earn the knowledge of my last name.  I have not done that yet.”

Damian nodded as if he understood.  Maybe he had to do the same, afterall, Talia had told her that other people lived worse lives than she did, punished worse than she.  She wondered what he must have gone through, what these people put him through.

“What did you do to earn your name?”

She whispered, so transfixed on the eyes that looked exactly like Talia’s but had the same shape and features of her own.  She was so transfixed that she hadn’t even noticed him coming closer and bending down before her.  She blamed the drug for that because was always much more aware of these things.

“I was forced to kill all of the dragon bats, but thankfully one survived.”.  He lives with us now.”

He said with sorrowful regret.  

“If we truly are related, does that mean that we share the same surname?”

Marinette asked, filled with both hope and suspicion.  She noticed from the corner of her eye that another man had entered the room.

“Yes.  Your last name in the League would have been al Ghul.”

Marinette gasped in shock, truly she had not been expecting that.  She was an al Ghul, she was Ra’s granddaughter, Mistress Talia’s daughter, or maybe mistress Nyssa’s daughter.  

“Your last name here is a better one, one I doubt they ever told you about.”

Marinette didn’t understand what he meant.  She should only have one last name, shouldn’t she?

“Your last name here is Wayne, and it is a far better name to carry.  One that you should be proud to wear as it holds far more worth than al Ghul ever will.”

Marinette glared at him, wishing that she had some sort of weapon to rip out his traitorous tongue, but she didn’t and anything that she could have used in this room as a weapon was removed far away from her reach.  They were smarter than she gave them credit for.  

“Say that again and I’ll find a way to kill you in the slowest and most painful way I know possible.”

A high pitched whistle sounded behind them, where she looked up to see the tall muscular man smirking.

“She really is your sister.  It’s a shame that I’m going to be her favorite brother.”

The man said arrogantly.  Damian scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“As if.  I am her blood brother, I shall be her favorite.”

Damian declared haughtily.

“Bet.”  

The man who kidnapped her declared with a playful smirk on his face.

“I’m the one who rescued her, so I must be her favorite.”

The man who had just walked in sighed heavily.  He was the second oldest after the older man watching from the sidelines.  She studied him and his features felt familiar, but it was his eyes that caught her off guard.  His eyes were the same as her eyes, but how was that possible?  Unless…unless this was truly her father.

“Hello sir.”

Marinette said as she bowed her head, addressing the man that might be her father.  The man slowly approached her, taking Damian’s place.

“Hello Marinette, it’s good to meet you, though I wish it was under better circumstances.”

He said softly, a small smile on his lips.  He looked stiff and awkward, like he didn’t know what he was to do or say.  Marinette didn’t shy away though, she made eye contact and didn’t dare look away.  

“Why was I brought here?  I was told that I would be killed if I was caught by you,”

Someone snickered at that in the background, but she ignored them.

“So why am I still alive, why am I not being treated like a prisoner?”

Marinette demanded.  She could tell from all of their body language that they weren’t goin got hurt or attack her.  They were unarmed, at ease, if not just a little tense.  

“You are no prisoner here.  In fact we are here to protect you now.  You don’t have to fear any retaliation or purposeful acts of physical malice.  I know you don’t believe me now, but everything will be okay.”

Marinette didn't know how to feel.  Didn’t know what she was supposed to do now that she was surrounded by all of these people, two of whom claim to be her blood relatives.  Marinette didn’t know what was to happen now, but if push came to shove, she would gladly take all of these people out and find a way to return back to the League.  She did not fear these people, and despite the fact that she could tell that they didn’t fear her, she hoped that they would soon come to understand why they should.

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[radioactive-earthshine]

Summary: On the eve of Bart and Kon's wedding night Bart finds himself in dire straights. Everything was planned, everything was perfect, except for the most important detail; Bart's vows to Kon. Facing certain doom, Bart enlists help from the one person he trusts who has gone through all of this before. Wally.

Notes: This was part of a collection of stories but I got contacted that it was impossible to find so here it is for ease of searching.